Chapter 215 IF Line Rosinante: Rosinante is used to patience
Rosinandi was already used to patience.
Whether it was when she silently watched her parents demonstrate their "equality for all" ideology to other Celestial Dragons in Mary Geoise and were then loudly mocked, or when her father decided to give up his Celestial Dragon identity and go to the lower realms, only to be hated and hunted by ordinary people because his identity was exposed, and because he had no survival skills, he could only pick up discarded food from garbage cans.
Whether it was being rescued by Sengoku and joining the Navy for incredibly difficult training, or pretending to be mute to return to Doflamingo's side as a spy...
Rosinandi has become accustomed to patience.
He endured all the suffering the world inflicted upon him, and he endured the things he cared about slipping through his fingers.
The father couldn't bear it and lost the mother, and Doflamingo couldn't bear it and lost the father. After the deaths of both parents, Rosinante and Doflamingo went down two completely opposite paths.
One disregards worldly rules and becomes increasingly unrestrained, while the other, like an ascetic, conceals all their desires.
A bird that falls from the clouds can hardly fly high again, even if its wings heal. Rosinandi fears having as much as he fears losing.
"Luo! Want to go firefly catching together tonight?"
Vera's clear voice brought Rosinandi back from his reverie. He looked up at the island lord, who had returned from some battle not far away. In her hand, she still held a grotesque tentacle covered in sharp bone spikes, which was still trembling incessantly.
“Island Master…” Sitting next to Rosinante, Rosinante looked at Vera speechlessly, “Why is this tentacle alive?”
"Huh? Haha, it's still alive?" Violet laughed awkwardly, then looked at Rosinante and Rosinante with expectant eyes. "It's such a waste to throw them away, so, can I keep them?"
Luo Dun immediately thought of the eyeball grass that the island lord had raised that almost frightened the revolutionary army leader, and the fire hound that almost ran out in the middle of the night and burned the entire camp.
"No……"
Before he could finish speaking, Rosinante nodded with a smile: "Okay."
"Great! Thank you, Mr. Rosinante!"
Violet happily placed the still twitching tentacle next to Rosinante and excitedly gave him a big hug.
"Mr. Rosinandi is the best in the world!" Waaah, he truly is the brother she personally hatched from the [Flower of Abigail]!
While holding Rosinante, Violet turned her head and made a face at Rosinante: "I'm not going to catch fireflies with you tonight, I'm going to catch them with Mr. Rosinante!"
With dark circles under his eyes, Luo raised the ledger in his hand: "Thank you for sparing my life, Island Lord."
"Heh." Vera chuckled coldly at Rosinandi twice, then looked back at him. "Mr. Rosinandi, so our appointment is settled?"
Rosinandi raised his hand and ruffled Violet's hair with a smile, saying, "Well, see you after sunset tonight. And those two tentacles, leave them there and I'll take care of them."
After Vera happily went to prepare the insect net and headlamp she would need to catch fireflies that night, Rosinante lifted his head from the ledger and stared at him with a serious expression.
Rosinante, who was examining the tentacle and pondering how to best raise this creature, asked, "Wh...what's wrong?"
“Mr. Rosinandi, I have a feeling…aren’t you being a little too indulgent towards the island owner?”
While it's true that the island lord's personality is quite likable, Rosinante's doting attitude towards all of the island lord's requests, with a "yes, yes, Violet is right" attitude, is a bit excessive.
Rosinante paused for a moment, then looked at Rosinante helplessly: "Is Rosinante jealous? If Rosinante wanted to raise it, I would agree."
no the same.
Looking at Rosinante's back covered in black feathers, Luo tapped the ledger in his hand with his index finger in confusion.
They are different.
Luo had a keen sense that Mr. Rosinante's doting on him was different from his doting on Vieille, but what exactly was the difference?
Was it because, besides being close in age to him, Violet was also the lord of R'lyeh, that Mr. Rosinante showed her not only care but also a bit more respect?
But he also respected the island owner. Was he too harsh on the island owner? In fact, he should have wholeheartedly agreed when the island owner said he wanted to raise eyeball grass, fire hounds, elk geese, and so on.
But if no one stops the island owner, won't R'lyeh become a dangerous wildlife park in a month?
Even after Rosinante left with the tentacle, Rosinante remained deeply doubtful of himself.
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That night, Rosinandi, who had arranged to catch fireflies with the island owner, waited on the shore early. When he saw the figure wearing a searchlight, he quickly stood up, but because he had been squatting for too long, his blood circulation in his legs was poor, and he stumbled and fell towards Violet.
Oh no!
Rosinandi quickly adjusted his posture in mid-air, but his lack of coordination only made him look more disheveled.
Violet, who was holding two insect nets, was also startled, but she quickly reacted, threw the nets aside, and reached out to grab Rosinandi's arm, suspending him in a lying position a dozen centimeters above the ground.
Before Rosinandi's non-existent heart could recover from the shock, he saw Vera's smiling face in the moonlight.
"Mr. Rosinandi, be careful."
Bang! Bang!
Rosinante reacted as if burned by fire, his wrist twitching violently as he tried to pull back, but Violet's strength was too great, and Rosinante's attempt to pull back failed completely.
Violet thought Rosinante was frightened and reassured him, "Don't be afraid, I've caught you, Mr. Rosinante."
As she spoke, she raised her other hand, clenched her fist, and flexed her muscles: "I'm very strong!"
Rosinandi: "..."
Rosinandi: "Ah, um... thank you, island lord."
A feeling of loss or relief spread through his heart, like crushing a sour candy covered in powdered sugar and popping it into his mouth, creating a bittersweet taste.
After Rosinandi stood up again, he had composed himself. He felt the temperature of the night, then looked down at Violet, who was still wearing a skirt with her calves exposed, and frowned.
While launching her boat on the shore, Violet was suddenly enveloped in a warm, fluffy ball of feathers.
"Huh?"
"It's cold at night." Rosinante avoided Violet's questioning gaze, but continued his actions until he had completely wrapped Violet in a fluffy feather coat before stopping.
Violet instinctively turned her head to sniff, startling Rosinandi so much that he slipped and almost fell into the water again.
"It smells like tobacco."
"...The island lord doesn't like it?" Rosinante used to smoke because he was under a lot of psychological pressure, but after he was resurrected from [Abigail's Flower] by Violet, he saw Law free from the torment of illness and no longer needed to worry about Doflamingo.
On this semi-isolated island, Rosinante almost forgot his painful first half of life.
Later, Rosinandi noticed his unusual feelings for Violet. Frustrated, he picked up his cigarettes again and smoked them one by one, hiding from Violet and Rosinandi. After finishing one, he felt guilty and stood upwind for more than half an hour to make sure the smell had dissipated before daring to return to the base.
But Rosinante overlooked one crucial detail – the feathers absorbed the smell too well.
Vera frowned: "I don't like it."
Rosinandi obediently let his hands hang at his sides: "Then I won't smoke anymore."
Although Violet doesn't smoke, she knows that quitting smoking isn't something that can be done just by wanting to.
"Quitting smoking is easy; I've already quit ten times." This joke isn't just a joke.
Vera thought for a moment and gestured for Rosinandi to bend down.
Although the tall man didn't understand why, he obediently bent down.
Violet: "Ah..."
Rosinandi opened his mouth, and the next second, a sweet taste spread through his mouth.
"...Toffee?"
“Well, since Rosinandi is going to quit smoking, then I’ll have to keep a close eye on you.” Violet nodded seriously. “If Rosinandi manages to refrain from smoking for a day, I’ll reward you with something delicious.”
"Something delicious?" Rosinante almost chuckled. That sounded more like something he'd say to coax Law. Oh wait, back in the Don Quixote family, Law, though young, had already shown remarkable maturity. If he spoke to Law in that childish tone, it would only make Law angry and backfire.
However, the easily appeased Rosinante nodded: "So the delicious thing is toffee?"
"No, it's random food, a private meal prepared by the island owner himself."
Ever since Violet unlocked most of the recipe ingredients, her passion for cooking vanished instantly. The islanders of R'lyeh could no longer enjoy the thrill of eating with trepidation every day, wondering whether their island lord would serve up a delicious feast or a culinary disaster.
All complicated recipes were relegated to the back burner, and all three meals a day were replaced with the simplest meatballs, meatballs, and more meatballs.
Even a carnivore like Lucci felt nauseous at the sight of meatballs.
Violet didn't understand. Meatballs were great; they were easy to make and the ingredients were readily available. You could just pick three vegetables from the ground and add a big piece of meat to make them.
However, as a reward for Rosinandi's smoking cessation mission, Violet will still prepare different little surprises for him every day.
The novelty of giving a quest to a game NPC for the first time made Violet take it very seriously. She rubbed the soft black feathers next to her neck and gave Rosinandi a fist pump in encouragement: "Go for it."
Rosinandi isn't someone who craves good food, but the special treat that Violet prepared for him "alone" is still something to look forward to.
Rosinandi mimicked Violet by clenching his fist and raising his hand: "Yes, I'll try my best!"
Fireflies fuel headlamps and boat lights, and Violet was already quite experienced in catching these little creatures that appeared in the dark. However, this was Rosinandi's first time participating in such an activity. The man, who would slip and fall even on flat ground during the day, was now even more troubled by the more complex terrain of the jungle at night. He worried that if he accidentally fell and scared the fireflies, wouldn't the island lord's much-anticipated event be ruined.
More importantly, will the island owner not invite him to come next time?
The people on the island, whether it's Law, Sabo, or even Lucci and Kaku, all seem more suited to accompany the island's owner in catching fireflies.
The tall man moved forward cautiously, each step as difficult as solving some profound math problem.
"Rosie?"
As she walked, not hearing any sound behind her, Vera turned around and saw Rosinandi holding onto a tree trunk with one leg dangling in the air, looking hesitant and unsure of where to land.
Violet: "...Rosie, aren't you supposed to float?"
Rosinandi: "..."
Oh right, he's in ghost form now, so he can float.
Rosinandi regretted not applying face paint like before; his awkward and stiff expression must be very obvious to Violet.
Even he wanted to maintain a reliable, dependable, and trustworthy persona in front of the island lord.
Vera reached out her hand to Rosinandi: "Want me to hold your hand?"
Rosinandi heard his heart pounding in his chest once again. He looked down at Violet's outstretched hand, feeling a mixture of surprise and anticipation, as well as disgust for his own despicable thoughts, and became flustered.
"I...I..." Rosinante didn't know whether he should take a step back and cut off the unwarranted expectation in his heart, or take the opportunity to hold Vie's hand and cherish this moment of warmth.
Vera stepped forward and pulled Rosinandi's hand, which was hanging by his side, up.
Rosinandi struggled slightly, or rather, he did struggle slightly, but the movement was so slight that Violet didn't notice at all.
"If Rossi can't see clearly, I'll help you."
"...or Rosinandi wants to go back to Florence."
“No!” Rosinandi refused decisively. “I, I mean… let the island lord pull me along.”
In this way, if any danger is encountered later, he can detect it in advance and protect the island owner!
"Rosie, you seem to be shivering. Are you very cold? Do you want me to give you your feather coat?"
"No, I'm not cold, no... Um, could you come a little closer, Island Lord?"
Rosinandi carefully turned his head to the side, his gaze lingering on Vieille.
Rosinante's current life is a better one than he could have ever imagined. Law is still alive, the threat of Doflamingo has disappeared, and he no longer needs to think about complicated issues of justice and stance. He only needs to follow the island lord's instructions to water the farmland and harvest vegetables every day.
Most importantly, as a lingering soul left in this world because of the island lord, he shares a special bond with the island lord that no one can replace or sever.
It was Violet who pulled him back from hell.
He remained on earth for Violet.
That was enough; Rosinandi never dared to ask for more.
As for those desires that grew in his heart, expanding and becoming increasingly difficult to conceal as he spent more time with Violet…
Rosinandi looked at the two shadows overlapping at his feet.
He can be patient.
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I feel like Rossi is suited for a love affair that's like a home invasion robbery [doge emoji]
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